all I want in the world is to love you and for you to love me.
but I am no longer content with half hearted affection.
I am starvingly greedy and I need your all;.
We are faulty, flawed people. I love all your imperfections, and the scars that riddle you,
but I can’t love the wounds you left upon me purposely.
If you can stitch the wound, careful stitch by careful stitch, perhaps i can love the scar you riddled me with, because it means
Your heart sewn to my heart.
We are imperfect people, and perhaps, perhaps by our generosity, we robbed each other, the seams frayed at the edges.